Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Cowboys and not indians
Lou and I arrived at a house which was in the middle of no where. It was in the mid 19th Century in america. We arrived on horse back and we where in the period get up. The house was a hotel. There where a few other guest but they all seemed to be in their own group and it was jujst us and one other girl. We didn't care but she felt left out. We stayed a couple of nights. When we were about to leave, we were preparing the horse and it started to rain and tunder. The hostess wouldn't let us leave so we went back into the hotel. Thats when I woke up...
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The Western thing gets in your head doesn't it? I had a dream in which I was injured on escaping from a house fire and befriended by an indian who just looked like some bloke in a bowler hat.
He dumped me in a shallow river with some mud packed in my wound, then regularly returned to toughen me up by wrestling with me and clotheslining me from horseback.
His Native American Indian cure worked eventually and together we travelled the Wild West scamming naive townsfolk out of their horses.
We ended up in a big tent in my back garden.
Gotta love lucid dreaming.
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